"Of course it's true, enough to feed you for years."

Lian Jin said this, and if you listen carefully, you can hear a faint smile in his voice.

If money is an indirect attraction for Lin Youyou, and might still be somewhat salvageable, then food is a direct attraction for her, and nothing can save her now.

So she reached out to open the door, but before An Ran could stop her, Lin Youyou turned the doorknob.

What she didn't know was that the men outside the door were ready to burst in.

An Ran felt the force of the door being pushed open.

Fearing that the other party might knock Lin Youyou down, she reached out and pulled her back, but Qin Xier, who was standing behind Lin Youyou, didn't have time to dodge.

As a result, the door was pushed open with great force the next moment.

With a "bang," the first person who rushed in lost control of his strength and accidentally fell on top of Qin Xi'er.

With a thud, Qin Xi'er fell backward. Luckily, there was a carpet on the floor; otherwise, she might have been seriously injured.

Song Yiming felt a soft sensation on his face. He tentatively rubbed against it a few times, feeling somewhat bewildered.

Qin Xi'er felt the head on her chest, her face instantly turned red, and her eyes immediately filled with tears.

I didn't dare to move an inch.

I was so nervous and ashamed that I was about to cry.

For a moment, Song Yiming seemed to snap out of his daze. He abruptly raised his head and saw a pair of eyes filled with tears, looking like they were about to cry. Their cheeks were flushed, and they looked pitiful.

He felt a jolt in his heart, and a strange sense of unfamiliarity welled up inside him.